Page 44 of The Physical Attraction Seminar
“Any children at home?”
“Not yet.”
“He wants four, but I’m hesitant.”
With a sudden movement, Glenda produces a notebook and pen from the depths of the couch cushions. She murmurs to herself under her breath, and it blends with the sound of her aggressive scribbling.
Pausing for a moment, she lifts her gaze toward us, quickly scanning us from head to toe. “Mhmm,” she hums, then glances back down to her notepad to continue her scribbles.
“Is there something—” I begin to ask my question, but she swiftly interrupts me.
“What made you all want to come to the seminar this year?”
“Well, you see, we kind of just… stumbled upon it by accident and thought we’d give it a shot.”
“Spontaneous. Got it.”
She nods, her pen gliding across the paper as she continues to jot down observations. However, I'm almost certain she's just absentmindedly doodling on the margins to look busy instead of taking down actual notes. “And how would you say your intimate life is going?”
“It could use some work,” Barrett answers.
“How frequently would you say that you all are having sex?”
“Not enough.” Barrett's rapid-fire response catches me off guard. I can see the pain ripple acrosshis face the moment my foot strikes his shin. He winces, his face contorting briefly before he covers it with a forced cough.
“How many times a week?”
“Once.”
“That’s great! Listen, every couple’s drive is different. Don’t let the modern media make you think being intimate once a week isn’t enough?—”
“Uh, no. I meant we’ve only ever had sex once.”
“Once,” Glenda gasps, bringing a hand to her chest. “In six years?”
Barrett nods.
Her eyes widen in disbelief, and she teeters on the edge of her chair as if about to faint.
Geez, Glenda, so much for trying to be encouraging about every couple having their own drive.
“I… well…” she sputters. “You know what? You two are in just the right place. I believe that by the end of this week, the two of you will have completely transformed your intimate life.”
"One can only hope," Barrett mutters, and I give him a light kick on the shin again.
“Why don’t we try an activity to help gauge your interest in various sexual desires and see if there are any fantasies that the two of you haven’t explored yet, hmm?”
Glenda stands and walks over to a small desk, its surface cluttered with colorful papers and pens. I swear I hear her mumble something to herself about how we should probably start with the basics first.
When she returns, she distributes a sheet filled front and back with a comprehensive list of various kinks andfetishes, neatly organized by category. Next to each item, there's a blank space where you can rate your level of interest on a scale of one to five.
I gulp nervously as I skim through the various categories.
Butt Stuff
Domination
Fluids
